Arayne didn't care how important her mother had thought learning manners and etiquette were, out here in the real world, it was barely worth shit. She couldn't keep relying on luck and quick thinking to get out of a situation, sooner or later she was going to find herself backed into a corner with no option but to fight. And so, she had resolved to sharpen what little fighting skills she had, making her way over to a large stretch of plains that bore the bloody scent of a battleground.
There was a light snow falling, dusting the short, brown grass that surrounded her. She loped towards a solitary, twisted tree, bare of leaves, that looked like a promising place to wait for an opponent. Arayne scanned the plains around her, but she was alone, for the moment anyway. She would need to call for a challenger instead of simply waiting for one. She lifted her nose to the steel-colored, cloudy sky, and let out a single, clear note that carried across the cold plains, calling for someone to help her test herself. Challenge delivered, she sat back on her haunches under the tree and waited."Speech"
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